Lisa Denton
Can nipples explode?
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Eeeeek.
My brain has imploded with intelligence, and I now have a perfect memory. It was easy, I will share.
Hang on:
倥䙄ㄭ㘮┍폏‱‰扯㱪⼼牃灯潂學⸰㈷㜰㌰〠〮㐠㠳㐮ㄸ㘠㐵㐮崸倯牡湥⁴㔸‹‰⽒潃瑮湥獴ㄠ㌰‶‰⽒潒慴整〠䴯摥慩潂學⸰㈷㜰㌰〠〮㐠㠳㐮ㄸ㘠㐵㐮崸刯獥畯捲獥㰼堯扏敪瑣㰼䤯㍭‰〱㌳〠删䤯㍭‱〱㈳〠删䤯㍭′〱ㄳ〠删䤯㍭″〱〳〠删䤯㍭‴〱㤲〠删䤯㍭‵〱㠲〠删䤯㍭‶〱㜲〠删䤯㍭‷〱㘲〠删䤯㍭‸〱㔲〠删䤯㍭‹〱㐲〠删䤯㑭‰〱㌲〠删䤯ㅭ‰〱㈲〠删䤯ㅭ‱〱ㄲ〠删䤯ㅭ′〱〲〠删䤯ㅭ″〱㤱〠删䤯ㅭ‴〱㠱〠删䤯ㅭ‵〱㜱〠删䤯ㅭ‶〱㘱〠删䤯ㅭ‷〱㔱〠删䤯ㅭ‸〱㐱〠删䤯ㅭ‹〱㌱〠删
I might need to work on that a little more, anyways, I have no idea whatthefuck that is, but it don't wanna copy in english. I will have to remember using my now perfect memory and tell you all about it.
Anyways I forget the guy's name that wrote the book, because I didn't use my perfect memory techniques on that, but its a book that teaches how to have a perfect memory. I remembered 10 things over an hour ago and I can still remember all 10, its amazing, argh, my brain seems to be getting tight in my head.
Lookie here:
1 bedroom
2 bathroom
3 spare room
4 stairway
5 lounge
6 kithchen
7 front door
8 front garden
9 road
10 opposite house
Now, remember all this shit, fast!!!
It don't work. You need to take an imaginary trip.
Now, member it this way, close your eyes with each one, your imagination memory is much better than real memory.
You are in your house, you wake up (close your eyes) and you are in your bedroom.
You need to pee, go to your bathroom and imagine peeing with your eyes closed, hahahahahahhahaha, its working.
You go to the spare room and open the door, yes, you still need to mop the floor and assemble the top onto that desk.
You go to the stairway, I don't have one but I have an attic door that opens with stairs on it. I climb up there, I dunno what for, but I do.
You go to the lounge, I don't have a lounge so I go to the den instead and call it a lounge/den.
You go to your kitchen, get a cup of coffee while you are there.
You go to your front door, imagine opening it.
You go out to your front garden, I don't have one but I planted a bush that died out there and I had to pull it up, the lil thingie I made to go around the bottom is still there in case I wanna watch another bush die ..... this is texas, hot summers.
As you walk to your car you see the road, a carload of young punks drive by whistling and flashing gang signs at you, imagine waving back smiling or pointing your gun, whatever works.
You see the neighbors opposite house across the way, you can imagine that it would help your house look better if he would keep his yard up, but at least he doesn't have an old car up on blocks in the front yard.
Now, did you close your eyes and imagine each one. Now, close your eyes and count on your fingers as you go through your imaginary trip without LSD again.
If you mess up go back and do it again, then when you have it right, you will remember all 10 things.
You can do this with everything, shoppping lists --
fish, smells like a dead rat.
coke, no thank you, I don't wanna be a crack head.
potato chips, I wish I was a farmer so I could grow my own.
By imaginine anything to go with it you can remember, because your imagination memory works better.
I am amazed, but I still don't remember whatthefuc I was going up in the attic for.
See ya, Happy Perfect Memory, Lisa.

My brain has imploded with intelligence, and I now have a perfect memory. It was easy, I will share.
Hang on:
倥䙄ㄭ㘮┍폏‱‰扯㱪⼼牃灯潂學⸰㈷㜰㌰〠〮㐠㠳㐮ㄸ㘠㐵㐮崸倯牡湥⁴㔸‹‰⽒潃瑮湥獴ㄠ㌰‶‰⽒潒慴整〠䴯摥慩潂學⸰㈷㜰㌰〠〮㐠㠳㐮ㄸ㘠㐵㐮崸刯獥畯捲獥㰼堯扏敪瑣㰼䤯㍭‰〱㌳〠删䤯㍭‱〱㈳〠删䤯㍭′〱ㄳ〠删䤯㍭″〱〳〠删䤯㍭‴〱㤲〠删䤯㍭‵〱㠲〠删䤯㍭‶〱㜲〠删䤯㍭‷〱㘲〠删䤯㍭‸〱㔲〠删䤯㍭‹〱㐲〠删䤯㑭‰〱㌲〠删䤯ㅭ‰〱㈲〠删䤯ㅭ‱〱ㄲ〠删䤯ㅭ′〱〲〠删䤯ㅭ″〱㤱〠删䤯ㅭ‴〱㠱〠删䤯ㅭ‵〱㜱〠删䤯ㅭ‶〱㘱〠删䤯ㅭ‷〱㔱〠删䤯ㅭ‸〱㐱〠删䤯ㅭ‹〱㌱〠删
I might need to work on that a little more, anyways, I have no idea whatthefuck that is, but it don't wanna copy in english. I will have to remember using my now perfect memory and tell you all about it.
Anyways I forget the guy's name that wrote the book, because I didn't use my perfect memory techniques on that, but its a book that teaches how to have a perfect memory. I remembered 10 things over an hour ago and I can still remember all 10, its amazing, argh, my brain seems to be getting tight in my head.
Lookie here:
1 bedroom
2 bathroom
3 spare room
4 stairway
5 lounge
6 kithchen
7 front door
8 front garden
9 road
10 opposite house
Now, remember all this shit, fast!!!
It don't work. You need to take an imaginary trip.
Now, member it this way, close your eyes with each one, your imagination memory is much better than real memory.
You are in your house, you wake up (close your eyes) and you are in your bedroom.
You need to pee, go to your bathroom and imagine peeing with your eyes closed, hahahahahahhahaha, its working.
You go to the spare room and open the door, yes, you still need to mop the floor and assemble the top onto that desk.
You go to the stairway, I don't have one but I have an attic door that opens with stairs on it. I climb up there, I dunno what for, but I do.
You go to the lounge, I don't have a lounge so I go to the den instead and call it a lounge/den.
You go to your kitchen, get a cup of coffee while you are there.
You go to your front door, imagine opening it.
You go out to your front garden, I don't have one but I planted a bush that died out there and I had to pull it up, the lil thingie I made to go around the bottom is still there in case I wanna watch another bush die ..... this is texas, hot summers.
As you walk to your car you see the road, a carload of young punks drive by whistling and flashing gang signs at you, imagine waving back smiling or pointing your gun, whatever works.
You see the neighbors opposite house across the way, you can imagine that it would help your house look better if he would keep his yard up, but at least he doesn't have an old car up on blocks in the front yard.
Now, did you close your eyes and imagine each one. Now, close your eyes and count on your fingers as you go through your imaginary trip without LSD again.
If you mess up go back and do it again, then when you have it right, you will remember all 10 things.
You can do this with everything, shoppping lists --
fish, smells like a dead rat.
coke, no thank you, I don't wanna be a crack head.
potato chips, I wish I was a farmer so I could grow my own.
By imaginine anything to go with it you can remember, because your imagination memory works better.
I am amazed, but I still don't remember whatthefuc I was going up in the attic for.
See ya, Happy Perfect Memory, Lisa.

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I can die happy now. Two of the funniest people I've ever read a typed word by in the same thread.